(Barking) Yea, turn me up some Fuck goin on, Yo over there, what up brother Yea, yea Flipmode!
See we got a whole... We got a gift wrapped package for you motherfuckers Yea, yo, yo, yo, yea
(verse one) Busta,I stay with in a nigga tracks so Hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so Yo, I max cuz I make a nigga black till its time to relax yo Untill you all collapse so, fuck it Its hardly that the god is getting tired, you don`t wanna say that Can catch a cardiac relax nigga What, the god is back so you dont wanna in no matter how you react Blows your black and blue your front and your back Choose, whatever the round that you choose wounds so herendous from projects you get to analyzing the bruise Blows will never come in singular they coming in twos My crew be starting the ruckus once I get them accused Or blast from the triggers that will bust from all of my dudes be the shit that make you niggas run up out of your shoes We make you back down, havin the facts now With all the noise you be making you can even see the shit on the news Murder
(chorus) So you don`t know nuthin about it (barking) Turn me up some Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some Yo, the shit I`m sure to spit will hurt you up some I`m sayin But you don`t know nuthin about it (barking) Turn me up some Yo, I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some I`m sayin...
(verse two) Now watch me get a nigga fast, like them bitches with no ass You corny niggas no class Yo, I flash on them then I go and smash Couple holes and then splash on them, flicking a little ash on them From the blunt we smokin keep it chick chokin Got them open with flows I suppose and make them soakin their clothes Keep the shit that make them sniffin, make them open their nose got them fucked up stuck just like they striking a pose Yo, we gaining weight nah its just my pockets are swole From keeping niggers whilein while they drivin smacking the pole I want to you see, prerhaps while I hold me a stack hating niggas blab holding me back Yo, you fool niggers plotting against the god Must be holding a strap Because how we coming through you know its a wrap Moving a crew of gorrilla dudes you know when to clap I blow some shit from of of the earth or the face of the map Yo, so take that Once we give it to you aint no faking or jack It`s funny how you find your face in a trap Little bitch nigga fronting like he ready to scrap You better off acting pussy trying to give me your dat Staying focusd overfiling a dream The way we spark up this bitter fire the flame probably killing your team
Fuck it, so now we hover helicopters, turn this shit up And you and your peoples aint hearing me proper I`m sayin...
(chorus) So you don`t know nuthin about it (barking) Turn me up some Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some Yo, the shit I`m sure to spit will hurt you up some I`m sayin But you don`t know nuthin about it (barking) Turn me up some Yo, I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some I`m sayin (im sayin I`m sayin I`m sayin I`m sayin)